Chapter 272

"Just go in?"

At a red public phone booth on the street, Hoffa held an umbrella and asked Miranda, "can I get there by phone?"

At the moment, heavy snow is flying, and the whole of London is in white. As soon as pedestrians go out, they can only see the part above the knee. This is a rare heavy snow in history. Both of them had snow on their shoulders, and no one could be seen on the road.

"It's not that easy." Miranda stood by the phone booth. "Visitors have to report."

With that, she picked up the dial of the phone and whirred around for a few seconds. After waiting for a few seconds, a man's indifferent voice sounded on the other side of the phone booth, "Ministry of magic, please tell me your name and come to do things."

"Miranda goshak. ADBE goshak has something left in his office. I'll help him with it

"Yes," the man said in a cold voice, "show me your identification and I'll start the elevator for you immediately."

Ding Ling, the number dial in front of her turns into another kind of slot machine. Miranda hung up and fumbled for a brass coin.

"Show me. "Hoffa reached out and looked at the brass coin.

"Why? It's nothing to look at. " Miranda was puzzled and was about to put the coin into the phone.

"Don't hurry down yet."

Hoffa covered the slot. "We have to discuss something to prevent something out of control below."

Miranda: what's the matter

Hoffa drew back his hand and shrugged: "for example, the Ministry of magic is so big, how can I find the position of minister of magic?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I know the location. Just follow me. It's on the first floor, but you have to go deep to find it. " Miranda said, and she put her brass coins into the metal chute of the telephone, but Hoffa stopped her again, only to see him with a hesitant look: "will there be a lot of people below, will they face heavy interrogation?"

Miranda frowned and looked at Hoffa: "there must be some interrogations. Ordinary visitors and access control wizards will also ask you why, let alone enter the office of the Minister of magic. But if there are magic magic body charms, we can't be found."

"Yes," Hoffa muttered. He suddenly looked behind Miranda and exclaimed, "Professor ADBE!"

Miranda turned her head quickly, only to see the snow.

"I'm sorry."

The voice of the companion came from behind.

She quickly turned her head and immediately held the palm of her hand, which hit her head in the air. At the same time, she did not hesitate to put the hand with the brass coin behind her. She gritted her teeth and said, "I knew you didn't have a good heart. When you got to the place, you were talking to me all the time!"

"Give me the coin," Hoffa said helplessly, "darling."

"You don't want to..."

Miranda gradually felt that the wrist she was holding was very heavy, as if it was not a hand, but a crane boom. "Don't leave me one more!"

"I can't take any more risks." Hoffa raised his arm and came forward to kiss Miranda on the forehead. "When the war is over, you can go anywhere you want with me."

Miranda was stunned by Hoffa's sudden attack and blushed. Just as she was distracted, the snow on the ground spiraled up and locked her legs tightly.

Hoffa grabbed Miranda's shoulder, forced her to turn around, snatched the coin from Miranda's hand and closed her palm.

Outside the phone booth, countless snow formed a secret room in the blink of an eye. He pushed Miranda out of the phone booth and into the secret room.

Miranda reacts, raises her legs and rushes out of the ice and snow chamber.

Click, click!

The snow has turned into countless chains of ice, like the Treasury of the central bank, which has sealed the small secret room tightly.

Dong Dong!!

There was an angry knock from the telephone booth.

And the sound of the curse bombarding steel chains.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Bach, you son of a bitch!"

"The biggest mistake in my life is to know you..."

"I'm glad to know you." Hoffa pasted on the outside of the chamber of secrets and said gently to Miranda who was locked up: "you have a rest here for one night. When it's daybreak, the magic will be lifted naturally."

"Go to hell! I don't know you! "

"You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything!"

"Unless you open the door, you won't appear in front of me all your life!"

"Hello, Hello, do you hear me?"

...

...

a dull voice came from the secret room. Hoffa didn't speak. He stepped back into the phone booth, closed the door, and could no longer hear Miranda's voice.

He put Miranda's Brass coin into the phone. The floor of the telephone booth trembled at once. The snowy sidewalk outside the glass window of the telephone booth rose higher and higher, and he slowly sank into the ground. At last, there was darkness above him. He could see nothing but the monotonous, harsh sound of friction as the phone booth sank into the ground.Hoffa's face was calm, with the back of his hand behind him.

After about a minute, the elevator with a slight vibration, fell to the ground. A pale white light fell on his feet, then gradually widened and extended to his body. It was the light after the elevator door opened.

"Merry Christmas, goshak."

There was a voice coming from above, ethereal and cold.

Following the sound, Hoffa could see the wizard sitting behind the counter. He looked like a bird building a nest. He was sitting in a sharp hat, staring at the elevator in confusion.

In his view, the elevator is open, but it's empty.

Hoffa didn't disturb the wizard on duty. He had already wandered into the shadow world. Five years ago, the ghost walkers, who almost used up their physical strength, can be used almost indefinitely at night five years later.

Through the bewildered wizard on duty sitting on the high platform, he came to an empty hall. The hall is full of fireplaces all the way forward, left and right. They are embedded in the board, empty, like one tombstone after another.

On the ground was a polished dark wood floor. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with a dull golden symbol, motionless. If it's the past, if it's the future, there must be crowds coming and going in the fireplace, and the flames are dancing.

But on this Christmas night, there was no one in the hall of the Ministry of magic. Only some pale lights from the peacock blue ceiling shone on the empty fireplaces and hit the ground, forming one elongated shadow after another.

Dead.

It's on the first floor, but it has to go deep to find it.

Thinking of Miranda, he went straight in. After passing through the fireplace hall, Hoffa came to a deep corridor.

This corridor is totally different from the corridors above. It has no doors or windows, and below it is a black corridor for people to walk.

At the top, there are countless stone ghosts carved in marble. These stone ghosts perch on high places, with their wings open and their arms raised in different poses, as if holding something invisible.

In the night, although Hoffa can use the ghost walk indefinitely, the duration of the ghost walk is only ten seconds. If he enters after using it, there will be about one second interval.

In this second, he will go out of the shadow world and return to the real world. In the past, there was no difference between the gray shadow and the real world, just the color.

But this time, there was an accident.

For the first time in the shadow world, he saw another creature besides himself.

It is lying on the top of countless gargoyles to rest. It has a long tail and a crocodile like snout. Its body is about 10 meters long and transparent. Its sharp hook and claws are resting on the heads of the gargoyles.

Seeing the creature, Hoffa subconsciously withdrew from the shadow world, intending to start first. But out of the shadow world, the creature disappeared.

There is nothing above the hands held high by countless stone figures.

Entering the shadow world again, the sleeping creature has awakened. It straightens up, lies on the high ground and stares at Hoffa with its gray and colorless eyes, with some panic in its eyes.

Hoffa moved.

Like a lizard aware of danger, the guy slipped down from countless stone statues and disappeared into the corridor, fast.

Just at the moment when the transparent strange dragon like creatures slipped away, the stone ghost sculptures above shone with blue light in their eyes. They opened their wings and the dust fell away. They all came to life. They twisted their hard heads and stared at Hoffa in the shadow.

"Something's wrong." Hoffa thought that he was worthy of the Ministry of magic to be able to detect himself in the shadow.

All the gargoyles in the corridor came to life. They made a clattering sound and crawled over. Hoffa didn't want to destroy the place and attract wide attention. He planned to leave immediately.

Just then, a figure came out from the corner.

"Who is where?" She asked.

All the ghost statues are still, and they become one sculpture after another, only facing the direction of Hoffa's position.

The visitor is a bald woman. Her palms are crossed at her waist, which is very solemn. She is still wearing the unique white lace skirt of the 19th century. The skirt is tall and long, which is very Gothic.

"Is that you, Bach?"

The bald woman asked, "if it's you, please come out. I won't do anything to you."

Hoffa slowly emerged from the ghost walk. In the dark corridor, the boy and the bald woman looked at each other face to face.

"How do you know it's me?" Hoffa asked delphina.

"I guessed it was you." Delfina said: "just after the night watchman told me that an intern had reported to enter the Ministry of magic, but no one came in, I suspected that this place had been invaded.

I think you are the only one who can invade the most heavily guarded magic place in Britain without knowing it Said delphina with a smile.A little flattery didn't arouse Hoffa's favor. He looked at the tall, pale woman in front of him nervously and said directly, "I want to see fatil. Take me to see him."

The woman raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "the Minister of magic is very busy. Generally speaking, if you want to see him, you have to register with the access control wizard first, and then the access control wizard will transfer the application to me. After I see it, I think it's ok. Then I will...

" take me to see fatil. " Hoffa repeated, interrupting her.

The woman sighed and opened her hand: "there's nothing I can do about you, Hoffa. You're so stubborn. They won't listen to anything they say. "

Then she turned and said, "if you want to see fatil, come with me."

She went down the corridor, and Hoffa caught up with her in two or three steps. Walk side by side with her. After walking quietly for three minutes, Hoffa asked, "have I seen you before, before Paris?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I think you are a little familiar. I seem to have heard the name somewhere."

"Maybe I owe you money?"

Delphina smiles gracefully, stops at a black door and knocks.

"Come in."

A tired voice came from the door.

The door opened, and Hoffa could see the familiar fellow sitting alone in the office, marking the papers. The room was dark, but it didn't affect his vision. He could see piles of books and papers beside fatil, and the walls were dotted with some branch like candles. The flames were blue, and the flickering cold light cast on the polished marble floor, which made people feel comfortable There was dark water under my feet.

He could even detect something sliding around the room, avoiding his sight. Even if he did not enter the shadow world, he knew that it was the strange creature he had just seen outside.

"Here comes Hoffa Bach." "He said he had something to ask you," delphina said modestly

The man stopped writing, looked up from behind a stack of desks half a person high, and looked straight ahead. Under the long silver hair, blue eyes twinkle with unpredictable light.

Seeing what he looked like, Hoffa felt melancholy again.

as like as two peas, he love Fadil and do not want to see him, not only because his choice killed what he was, but also because his looks and his daughter are at least 50% alike, especially those eyes, almost identical. He began to understand why the British always like to say that your eyes are like your father's mother's lines, because eyes can really remind people of many things. .

"I see."

Fatil made a brief remark and began to read the papers again. He was not surprised at all. He didn't even care how Hoffa got into the Ministry of Magic: "you go out, delphina. Just leave him behind."

"You also pay attention to rest."

Delphina nodded and bowed very gracefully. Behind his back, he patted Hoffa's ass dishonestly.

Hoffa had no idea what this guy was doing all of a sudden. He jumped aside and looked at her inexplicably, but delphina had already walked out of the door. It's as if she didn't make that frivolous move.

"Have you had dinner?"

Fatil's question came from behind him, and when he looked at it again, he was reading the papers again at his desk.

"Yes."

"ADBE took care of you?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I've been busy. I don't have time to see you." He said as he read the papers.

Hoffa was curious. He walked forward. Stopped in front of fatil's desk, picked up a document on the desk and looked through it. In the conference on promoting union wizard integration, the document was circled and marked in detail in many places. He put down this document and picked up another one. The war aid plan of the American wizard Congress was turned over.

Fatil didn't stop him from doing anything. After looking at him at the beginning, he didn't look up and just did his own thing.

"You know, the most I hear outside is your inaction." "I said that you were shut up all day and didn't pay attention to politics, but now it seems that you are not very diligent. You are working on Christmas Eve," Hoffa said casually while turning over the documents

"Hum..."

fatil, who was working at the desk, gave a short, sarcastic smile and said calmly, "if you were in my position, they would say the same about you. There are only two results for leaders in wartime. They are deified and vilified. Unfortunately, I am the latter, because I, like you, disdain to explain to mediocre people. "

Hoffa put down the document, looked at his silver hair, and thought that he was agraia's father after all, his heart softened.

He pushed away the papers piled up on the table, leaned over it and whispered, "do you know you're dangerous, fatil?"

Fatil's voice didn't fluctuate at all when he was writing and drawing on his hand: "did Adebayor tell you his plan?""No, I overheard it."

"He's smart, he didn't drag people out of politics."

Hoffa saw that he was like a dead man. He had no mood fluctuation from beginning to end. He could not help feeling a little anxious. He pressed fatier's hand to read the documents and refused to let him write and draw again: "tell me what you are doing, why do you want me to help you send Chloe lemme to England?"

"It's none of your business. Just mind your own business." Fatil said faintly.

"Do you want to go back a year and a half ago?" Hoffa's voice is down to the limit.

Fatil finally stopped reading the papers. He slowly raised his head and looked at Hoffa with blue eyes. For the first time, there was a different luster in it.

"Do you want me to go back a year and a half ago?"

He put down his pen and asked, leaning back in his chair.

Hoffa didn't speak. He didn't know what to say. The tearing and torment in his heart were almost enlarged to the limit. It seemed that two souls were tearing and wailing in his body at the same time, which made his whole body muscles tense. After a long time, he nodded and felt extremely difficult: "yes, I hope."

Fatier, who was leaning on the chair, was smiling. He got up, walked around the table and came to Hoffa. He held his hand: "I really didn't read you wrong, really..." he grabbed Hoffa's hand excitedly, such as Boya holding Zhong Ziqi, Guanzhong holding Bao Shuya: "you love aglia, which means you are still on the same front with me 。”

Hoffa looked at him blankly.

"There is no one I can trust, only you can trust." He held Hoffa's hand tightly: "tell me, will you help me?"

"I've helped you, fatil." Hoffa pulled out, "but I have to say..."

"I'm sorry, Hoffa, I'm not going to revive her a year and a half ago."

"I... what?"

Hoffa had prepared a set of words, but fatier suddenly came, which caught him off guard.

Fatil turned around and stood with his hands down: "what's the point of resurrecting a person? Although it's my daughter and I love her very much, it's only a temporary cure, not a permanent cure."

Hoffa is unbelievable.

Fatil clenched his fist and said, "if grindevo is still alive, he will come up with countless ways to torture the world. He is the real source of all evil."

Hoffa: "then you..."

fatil suddenly turned around, his black cloak was projected on the wall, like a giant dragon spreading its wings, and the anger and hatred in his eyes were burning like flames: "I want to go back to 50 years ago, and kill greendevo when he was not finished, and cut off the source of all disasters."